My grave of war; I think of you.

I lay here on this war ground

Bloodied and bruised

My last breath will soon escape

I think of you

I hear screams and cries

Here on this war ground

I memorise the feel of your hair

I think of you

The taste of metallic blood

Air polluted with pain

I dream of your embrace

I think of you

My fear of death rises

All screams muffle into silence

I whisper I love you one last time

I think of you.